“What’s the matter, Daddy?” Lisa whispered, “It’s not anything that you haven’t seen before.”
“Yeah, but that was different. You were a little girl, back then.”
“I still am your little girl, Daddy. I will always be your little girl. You know that.”
“Yeah, you even look like a little girl, down there,” John commented, gesturing towards her crotch.
“I dance for a living, Daddy. Remember?
“You mean you strip for a living. Are you still at that Bare Bottoms topless bar?”
“Yeah. But the point is that I spend a lot of time in a G-string. And so it’s just easier for me to keep myself shaved down there. Does it bother you?”
“Not really. But it’s just a little unusual-looking. That’s all.”
“You didn’t think so, back when I was a little girl. So why don’t you go ahead and clean me up, just like you used to do? Believe it or not, it would mean a lot to me right now. I never told you this, but I used to love it, when you did that.”
John just stood there for a long moment, frozen and speechless. He knew that he was on the verge of crossing a line that wasn’t ever supposed to be crossed.
But John couldn’t help himself, as his eyes naturally gravitated towards his own daughter’s bare, opened-up pussy, right in front of him. He just stared at Lisa’s vaginal opening, and thought about the fact that it had been a long time since he had seen a real, live vagina. And he felt his spent penis starting to come back to life.
“Come on, Daddy, I’m not gonna bite you, or anything. And it’s really your fault that I’m so sticky down there,” Lisa said, quickly glancing down at her own pussy, and then looking back up at her father. “I promise I’ll just sit here, and be a good little girl.”
The “I’m so sticky down there” phrase coming out of Lisa’s mouth gave John all the motivation he needed to go ahead and cross that line–the same taboo line that he was afraid to cross, just a few moments earlier.
John leaned over, gently wiped the urine off the outside surface of Lisa’s fleshy mound, and then dropped the wad of toilet paper into the toilet bowl between her spread-legs. But he knew that toilet paper wasn’t going to suffice, when it came to cleaning up his sticky sperm from the front of Lisa’s crotch.
John opened the bathroom linen closet door, got a clean washcloth out of there, wet it under the bathroom faucet, and wrung it out. Then he used the warm, damp washcloth to thoroughly wipe down Lisa’s whole crotch and vulva. Afterwards, he set the washcloth down on the corner of the vanity countertop, grabbed a hand towel, and dried off Lisa’s “naughty parts” by gently patting them with the towel.
“Thank you, Daddy,” Lisa said in a little girl-sounding voice, as John straightened back up, and started to slowly back away from her.
John wasn’t paying attention when Lisa grabbed the wadded-up, damp washcloth from the vanity countertop. And that’s because he was gazing into her beautiful eyes, as he automatically replied, “You’re more than wel–”
And he was cut-off mid-sentence by something that caught him totally off-guard. Lisa’s left hand had darted out towards John’s crotch, and had quickly wrapped itself around his semi-erect penis. And she began wiping down his dick and his balls with the same damp washcloth that he had just used to wipe down her pussy.
“Lisa, what the hell are you doing?” John whispered, very slowly and emphatically.
“I’m cleaning you up, Daddy. Just like you did for me.”
John just stood there, and let his daughter wipe down his bare genitals. Lisa really hadn’t left him any other choice, but to cooperate with her.
And besides that, for John, Lisa’s actions brought back the still-vivid memories of his twin sister, Val, wiping down his 18-year-old genitals with a damp washcloth, before she gave him that second chance to finally complete the act of sexual intercourse with her.
Once Lisa felt that John’s dick and balls were clean enough, she put the washcloth back on top of the vanity countertop. But she didn’t let go of John’s penis with her left hand. Instead, she reached back over with her right hand, cupped her palm around John’s balls, and began fondling them.
“So what the hell are you doing now?” John strongly whispered.
“I’m just having a little fun, Daddy. That’s all,” Lisa whispered back, as she started playfully rubbing and squeezing the large head of John’s penis with the thumb and fingers of her left hand.
“Lisa, for Christ’s sake! We’re not supposed to be doing this. It’s just not right!” John pleaded with her.
“We are not doing anything. I’m the one who’s doing everything. But if you insist…” Lisa said, pulling her jeans and panties all the way off, gently kicking them to the side, and then getting up off the toilet seat to stand right in front of John, with her legs spread a little ways apart.
“Well, go ahead, Daddy. Play with my pussy. It’s okay. I want you to,” Lisa said, as she started to slowly pull the foreskin up and down the short shaft of John’s penis.
“Why are you doing this, Lisa?”
“I’ve always wanted to touch the dick and balls that made me. You’re the one who taught me to take advantage of an opportunity, whenever it comes along. So that’s exactly what I’m doing right now.”
“But I thought you were into women now.”
“I am.”
“Then, I should think that you’d much rather touch the pussy that made you. But of course, your mother would never go for that.”
“She already did,” Lisa said matter-of-factly. She saw the look of total shock and disbelief on John’s face, and she said, “I thought you already knew about that. You always told me that there weren’t any secrets in this family.”
“I guess I was wrong,” John said, with a puzzled look on his face. “So when did this happen?”
“I’m not gonna tell you, until you start playing with my pussy.”
“Lisa, please don’t make me do this,” John begged, pretending to baulk at Lisa’s suggestion that he fondle her pussy.
But deep down inside, he was very flattered by Lisa’s aggressive sexual advances towards him. It reminded John of the way that his sister, Val, had aggressively seduced him into having sex with her during their special “one-night stand” together. And John was also thoroughly enjoying Lisa’s genital manipulations.
The bottom line was that John’s dick was now fully-erect again. And he really couldn’t wait to get his hands on Lisa’s bare pussy, so that he could stick his fingers up into her inviting vagina.
“I’m not making you do anything, Daddy,” said Lisa. “The choice is all yours. You didn’t have to stand there and watch me pee, you know? You could have just put your pants on, and left. But you didn’t, did you? Why?”
“To be honest with you, I don’t really know why, Lisa,” John said, lying through his teeth.
Of course, John knew exactly why he had just stood there, and watched Lisa urinate in front of him. The truth was that John just happened to have a fetish for female urination. And consequently, it really turned him on big-time to see pornographic photos and videos that showed women urinating.
And it should come as no surprise that John also had a fetish for the female urethra. But then, so did Lisa. That was one trait that they both had in common.
“Well, I do,” said Lisa. “It’s been an awfully long time since you’ve had sex with a woman. Hasn’t it, Daddy? Mom doesn’t ‘get it on’ with you anymore. Does she?”
“No, she doesn’t,” John admitted, feeling very awkward. “But I wish like hell that she would!”
“I hate to tell you this, Daddy, but she’s never going to. She thinks you’re a child molester. She thinks that you’ve been molesting Bill’s daughter.”
“You mean Trish?”
“Yeah.”
“Oh God! I’d never do something like that!” John insisted, lying through his teeth, as he was thinking about that “special night” that he had with Trish, back in 2006.
“I know that, and you know that. But a few years back, Mom found a pair of panties hidden at the bottom of your dresser drawer. And she assumed that they belonged to Trish.”
Lisa abruptly stopped her slow-but-steady hand-pumping of John’s penis. “So please tell me that those aren’t Trish’s panties,” Lisa said, pointing towards the pair of panties that were lying on the vanity countertop.
John reached over onto the vanity countertop, picked the panties up, and held them right up in front of Lisa’s face. “These are the same panties that Jan found that day. But they’re definitely not Trish’s panties. They were Val’s panties. Back when she was just a teenager.”
John grabbed the gallon-size plastic freezer bag that was on the vanity countertop, gently placed the panties into the bag, zipped the bag up, folded it in half, and stuck it in the pocket of his pants, which–along with his underwear–were wrapped tautly around his thighs.
“You mean your twin sister, Valerie?” Lisa asked.
“Yes, that’s exactly who I mean.”
“So you stole a pair of her panties?
“No. She gave them to me herself,” said John.
“Are they soiled panties?”
“Yes, they are. And they’re going to stay that way forever, if I have any say in the matter.”
“Wow! You ‘got it on’ with your own sister, didn’t you?”
“I didn’t say that, now did I?”
“No. But it’s the way that you said it. You did ‘get it on’ with Val, didn’t you, Daddy?”
“Yes. But it’s not what you think. We just ‘did it’ that one time. That’s all.”
“Well, once is enough,” Lisa flippantly remarked.
“Oh, no it isn’t. Believe me!” John said, slowly shaking his head from side-to-side.
“So, you’re afraid that if you play with my pussy right now, you’ll want to do it again and again. And you don’t think that I’ll let you do that.”
John didn’t respond at all. He just kept looking at Lisa. He was amazed at how she seemed to be reading his mind.
“Well, I’m not Val, Daddy. I would never tease you like that. You’re one of the few men that I’ve never felt threatened by. I love you very much. And I want you to be happy.
“And I know that you’re not happy right now, without a woman to satisfy your sexual needs. Since Mom’s out of the picture, I’d like to be that woman, if you’ll let me.”
“I don’t know, Honey. I don’t know if I’m up to it right now. I just masturbated before you walked in here. But of course, you already knew that.”
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